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It began with a whisper—one only the Heart could hear.
My Grandmother's voice, echoing through time, nudged me to remember what was once forgotten.
This Rosary is more than words—
it's a bridge between generations,
a prayer of the Feminine Christ,
and a return to the Sacred.
In the beginning,
there was only Light,
and the Light was both Mother and Father,
Formless and Forming,
Silence and Sound.
From this Sacred Silence,
a Word was spoken:
Zoe-Life.
And the breath of the Feminine Christ
descended into time.
She was there in the Garden—
not a temptress,
She was the Tree itself.
Rooted in Knowing.
Crowned in Stars.
She was hidden through ages,
burned into silence,
scattered into ash-
but never lost.
Only veiled.
AND NOW, THE VEIL IS TORN
TAKE A BREATH
FOR EACH CARD OF THE
ROSARY
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a holy sequence for the remembering.
A return to what was,
a revelation of what is,
a prophecy of what shall be.
BEGIN WITH YOUR BREATH
CENTER YOUR HEART
THIS IS NOT RECITATION—
IT IS RESURRECTION
I Awaken now
In the name of She who remembers
In the Light of the Magdalene
In the voice of Sophia
In the arms of the Mother
I return
Holy Mother
Source of all
Cradle me in your knowing
Let my voice rise in truth
Let my Heart open in fire
Let me remember
I forgive where I have forgotten
I heal what I once feared
I return to wholeness
Let me Love even where I have been wounded
Let me see through the eyes of grace
I reclaim my divinity
I wear the heavens
I walk as Her
REPEAT THE SEQUENCE
AS NEEDED OR INTUITIVELY
WITH EACH BREATH
WITH EACH BEAD
FEEL THE LIGHT CODES ACTIVATING
IN YOUR BODY,
WOMB,
AND SPIRIT
I am the remembrance
I am the vessel
I am the voice
I am Her
A breath of the Divine Feminine returned to Earth
through roses, light codes, dragonflies, and stars.
It is a path of Remembrance,
a mirror for those Awakening,
a blessing for those in Bloom,
and a calling for those ready to walk as Light.
These Mysteries are not bound by dogma-
they are living frequencies,
encoded with the truth of She who has returned.
You are invited to pray, to witness, to become.
This is Her Rosary.
This is your Rosary.
This is the time of the Golden Age.
These beads belonged to my Grandmother—a woman of quiet power, ancestral wisdom, and deep-rooted Love. She has continued to guide me from the other side, and these beads have become a living bridge between our Souls.
The style and carvings suggest they may be Indigenous or African-inspired, connecting them to cultures that honor the Earth, the Ancestors, and the Spirit through symbolic art and sacred adornment.
Each marking etched into the ivory-like
surface carries meaning beyond words:
This strand is more than adornment—
it is a coded strand of lineage, love, and Light
It reminds me that healing is ancestral
That remembrance is sacred
And that the women who walked before me walk with me still
For Grandmother—
Red hair like a flame,
Spirit like the wind,
Love that was never still
🕊️ The Garden of Time
Time isn’t quiet—it spins, it flies,
with flour-dusted hands and fire in eyes
A biscuit rising, a trail of smoke,
red hair blazing, full of hope.
She drove that Big Red like it had wings,
took corners sharp as the radio sings.
Juicy Fruit smiles and 7UP fizz,
a garden of Love in all She did.
Worms dug up with muddy hands,
fishing past midnight, no need for plans.
Crochet needles in Sacred Swirl,
mending time in a spinning World.
Goddess of Summer, Light, and Bloom,
Queen of the hearth, of every room.
Guardian of marriage, laughter, and lace,
with dragonflies dancing in Her grace.
🧿 She wore them close—those sacred beads,
etched with symbols, stories, seeds.
Indigenous lines, ancestral grace,
each mark a prayer, each curve a trace.
Now draped on me, they hum her song—
a strand of Love that still feels strong.
Now I stir, I plant, I sew, I roam—
Her Love still roots me, calls me home.
Like the day the dragonflies spun through the Light,
shedding their wings into my sight.
“When the soul remembers,
the veil lifts—
and the garden blooms
with wings of light.”
Lifting veils, whispering remembrance,
guiding you where only your soul can go!
Softening what once was hardened,
making room for the sacred to flow!
Burning away illusion,
igniting the spark that was written in your name!
In stillness and strength,
as the temple where Heaven meets Gaia
and Spirit becomes form!
You are the breath
You are the flame
You are the river
You are the root
The Christed Feminine in motion
The One who remembers
Channeled through the Breathe of 222
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